'At points, MIDNIGHT SNAKES conjures up submerged melancholy — a combination of underwater dementia and landlocked lust. At others, it resembles an adrenaline-fueled, peyote-induced roadtrip through the Mexican desert in a '70 AMC Rebel, windows down and throttle wide open, undertaken from the discomfort of a long-since worn out basement couch.' -Jason Brown, Smile Politely
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